Stanley Park was a regular hangout for Chase and his tribe of hippie artists. The large amount of open space made it a prime location for the process of creation, especially for performance pieces, such as the one they were working on now. As the actors rehearsed their scene, Chase stood off the side, painting the scene before him on a canvas, whilst observing, and yelling out directions every so often, a satisfied smile resting on his face all the while. Feeling someone tap him on the shoulder, Chase turned to face them, but at the same moment, heard his cue line being spoken from where the actors were rehearsing. “Sorry; that’s my cue! I’ll be right back!” He said, as he threw down his paint brush and rushed over to the space, stepping into it not as Chase, but as the character of Oberon. Once the scene was done, he returned to the person who had tapped him on the shoulder, an apologetic grin on his face. “Sorry again ‘bout that. We’re just in the middle of rehearsing a play right now. It’s Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream ” He explained with a nod small shrug of his shoulders “But anyways, what did you need?” He asked.
